..."What...what was that?"
Thirteen girls were gathered in their locker room, and the door was barricaded with two benches. Several of the girls had shoved towels under the bottom of the door to stop the smell. Amy and Liz had run into the locker room when they saw two guys screwing in the pool. They barricaded the door though when they peaked out of the locker room and saw a boy jumped by two others. The boy had tried to get away, but his speedo was snapped off with a hard pull, and his screams for help gradually changed to pleasurable moans and growls. He got back on his knees just in time to press back into his infected lover with a yipping howl that pulsed his canine cock into a spurting climax.
Five of the girls had watched while others listened. They did their best, but the door couldn't be locked without a key, and none of them had one. It wasn't a small room, and it had several rows of lockers. It only had one way out though. They couldn't move the lockers, they were too heavy for the girls, even if they hadn't used most of their strength swimming.
There were showers, no toilets, but one of the girls that had seen it threw up in a corner near the door shortly after. The smell and the sounds had some girls crying, others trying to figure out what the hell happened.
"It's..it's just not..."
"We saw it!"
"But.."
"We saw it!"
"Does anyone have a cell phone?!"
Jill and Sarah started searching lockers, the girls weren't allowed to have cellphones on them, and most actually followed it at practice.
"Sarah, I...the throw up smell... I don't feel right. I'm going to go to the showers," Amy said. She felt feverish and she was cramping the worse than she ever had before. It had only been two weeks since her last period, but she couldn't figure it right in her head. Not now.
There was another girl in the shower, huddled in the corner with her hair in thick strands covering her face. Amy took the opposite corner and turned on a nearby shower. Maybe warm water would help her cramps. The sounds from the pool area were drowned out in the distance and rain of water on the tile floor. Amy was flush, but her pain subsided until...she arched her back and flailed an arm against the wall, the breath had been knocked out of her by the sudden sharp pain. Her leg kicked the air and her foot slapped the floor as the pain turned into an intense throbbing. Her hands held over her crotch, and she gasped air back as pin pricks of light dotted her vision. She breathed heavily calming down, but the throbbing pain was replaced by bulging sensation.
Bulge...it was small, but enough to rise up and meet the palm of her hand that was covering the area. Just like that she started rubbing it with the butt of her palm...and the pain went away...replaced by something else. Soon her fingers were working into her one-piece suit while her palm still tended to the bulge that started creeping up towards her navel.
Her eyes were closed and she was in a fog, but something else pressed between her legs. The other girl had crawled from the opposite corner and was sniffing between Amy's legs. Amy looked down and the girl looked up, both of their eyes filled with unmistakable pure lust. The girl knelt up and pulled off her suit, peeling it down. As it reveled her lower abdomen a red tip rose above the border. It was covered in doggy pre, and Amy knew that she had the same straining against her suit. She sat up only to be shoved back down. The other girl used her claws to rip and shred and soon there was nothing on Amy but the clinging tatters of her suit. Amy rolled over and raised her wet, dripping doggie sex...she wanted the change...knew the others would to.
The other girl took the cue, and while she penetrated her transforming dog herm, she reached under and coaxed Amy's knew cock to three climaxes. The virus had taken them over. The other girls in the locker room didn't know it, but now there was no way out.